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No words were needed.
No fear, only solace. Like a place I had searched for all my life but had never known, I needed him, his arms, his embrace.
His scent filled me and I never wanted to leave him.
Why did I feel this for a man I’d never even spoken to? Was it because I had saved his life? Or did I now have his curse? Had the curse of the werewolf infected my heart?
We stepped away from each other, aware of the others’ stares. In the distance, shadows of the beasts edged out from behind the old twisted oak trees, the moonlight dappling down through the tree canopy.
Amber and red eyes, like lasers radiated from the forest. Wolves. Savernake’s. We were surrounded by what was left of Marrock’s pack.
But for a moment our eyes met, his chest rose, and we couldn’t look away.
The vampire broke the spell.
A cold hand on my shoulder, Hakon’s voice was quiet, respectful.
“Come now. We should enact the spell that Elsa has brought and bring some peace to this place. Lycaon I take it? I’m glad to meet you. It’s not often I meet someone older than me. And the white wolf, Zale?”
Lycaon’s eyes darted from me to Hakon. His lips curled slightly. He held his right hand again. I could see the bruises forming, dried blood and bite marks. It was swollen and purple and black.
Then he shot an icy glare at me. “Your friend is a vampire?”
His voice had no accent. I’d wondered what it would sound like. As he was from Greece originally, I thought he’d have an accent. But that was two millennia ago. It was deep, but soft. Commanding.
I wet my lips, holding his gaze. “Hakon is a friend, yes. We’ve come to help, I have a spell, I-”
I could hear Hakon gasp, trying and failing to repress a growl.
Lycaon’s shoulders tightened. “You saved my life, Elsa. I am indebted to you. But I cannot be around the undead. You should go, leave now. You cannot help any more. To stay is to die. I can’t be responsible, nor save you from him.”
“From Zale, your progeny? And Loren’s spirit. You’re a werewolf, I’m a witch. Just as they were. We’re already connected, that’s obvious. I believe together, our blood combined, we can help them. Ease their anger, their souls.”
His lips twisted, his voice questioning. “Help them? Zale has become a monster, ravaged with violence at the barbaric burning of his lover. An anger that has been left to grow and fester for a hundred years. This pack, and the Badbury Rings coven deserve their fate. Though some of Marrock’s men are innocent.As is he. I see you, Elsa, an uncommon witch. Caring for both werewolves and witches. And for saving me. Though I have little semblance of humanity left and the wolf inside of me is strong. Overpowering at times. For your own safety, you should leave.”
Lycaon’s stare fell on Hakon as he snarled, “I don’t needthemto help.”
Hakon exclaimed, raising his hands, a hint of mischief in his voice, “Because you handled that so well last time? Excuse me mate, but you’re not exactly my favourite species, either. You stink, and your physique would make a lesser vampire whimper. But this isn’t just about you, is it?”
I reached out to Lycaon’s injured hand. Channelling energy from the goddess, I summoned healing. A warm, bubbling heat trickled through me, into Lycaon and I noticed his eyes flutter for a moment.
“Hakon’s right. Other werewolves and witches, innocents and many more I suspect, who would never agree to punishing Zale or Loren, they are being slaughtered. Look at Lisa, Nathan.”
My heart stung, my gut churned as I saw their dead bodies in my mind. “Loren and Zale punished them, and why? Lisa and Nathan were together, perhaps in love. Yes, they were from the pack and coven that were responsible for Zale and Loren’s fate, but they themselves weren’t. This has to stop, and we need all the help we can get. Luke will be here, a dragon shifter. His blood will add potency to the spell.”
Lycaon’s shoulders dropped a little. He didn’t look convinced, but he raised his chin and offered a small nod.
From the forest Marrock emerged. His dark hair was matted with earth and blood, low slung jeans were torn and caked in dirt.
There was a small spark in his eyes as he exclaimed, “Elsa! Thank God you’re here.” He noticed Lycaon and then Lycaon’s hand.
His face twisted. “Zale, he’s gone? He attacked you?”
Lycaon nodded.
Marrock eyed Hakon, then Austin and Grace. “Vampires, mages. You’re here to help?”
I answered him, “They are. I have a spell.” Turning to Austin I asked, “Any update onLuke?”
